“Really, are all of you just trying to piss me off?”

 

Those words grab our attention as we fade into Chamelion standing in the office of the Sommers private gym, facing the TV that sits on a tall stand in the corner. On the screen is the BWF Logo… no noise, no other pictures come forth and Chamelion lifts his arm, remote control in hand, and clicks the TV off.  Tossing the remote on the desk, Chamelion turns and glares at the camera before walking around and sitting down at the desk.

 

“Since signing for the BWF back in early October, I’ve noticed a disturbing trend among the athletes in the locker room… this notion that waiting till the near last minute to cut a promo is a good thing.”

 

Shaking his head, Chamelion leans forward.

 

“What’s worse, is that there are 19 wrestlers booked to compete on Monday, and aside from my partner Wacko.. I’m the only one who seems to give half a rat’s ass about making an effort!”

 

He pauses, and smiles darkly.

 

“In case you’re missing my point; I’m calling all of you out!  The BWF doesn’t survive on silence.. the fans hate it.. hell, I hate it.  Sure, I’ll take the easy road any week it’s offered… and if things go the way they are… you can damned well bet that on Monday, I’m going to make fools out of five top billed athletes!”

 

With the cold smile in place, Chamelion leans back comfortably.

 

“But where is the fun in that?  So far my biggest challenge here has been Wicked Clown… at least on the end of quantity… quality wise… so far, NADA.  My skills have hardly been used, let alone tested… and being booked in with 9 other champions and would be champions.. I was eager to see what creative angles would be showcased…..but so far, nothing!”

 

Folding his arms, he scowls.

 

“But like I said, I know the trend that seems to be in placed…and tomorrow late afternoon till near the stroke of midnight the BWF channels will suddenly flow like a dam has burst wide!  Of course, by then, I’ll have finished my training, shut down the gym and gone home to my wife… and won’t be afforded the opportunity to respond to any or all of my opponents… or partners… which, mind you; is a significant portion of the reason I am HERE!”

 

He sighs, letting his arms drop a moment before pushing to his feet.

 

“So, when Monday comes and I clean house… rack up another victory and carry the momentum into Wrestlefest… don’t cry …. Don’t feel cheated… because when you try to screw with the most devious SOB in the business today… it’s YOUR asses that will be kicked five ways to hell!  Not Mine!  GOT IT?”

 

Spitting those last words, Chamelion exits the office, slamming the door behind him.